Sultry Wood Nymph Novels & Stories

THIRD-PERSON POV "A nymph?" Lazarus asked cautiously. He examined the figure of the creature with intense curiosity. She was a beauty alright. As her honey-coloured hair danced in the wind, the translucency of her brown skin gave her an ethereal, ghostly appearance. "Though I consider myself an oread, many others know me as a land nymph or a mountain nymph." Like a delicate wisp, Izanna twirled around the vampire, observing him closely and sniffing him as though he were a creature put on exhibition.

Who wants to keep a lustful she-wolf that only loves my money? Walking outside, I was met with the same stares as always: Fear. "Where's the traitor?" I asked, holding a cigarette, and one of my subs immediately lit it. Soon, they brought me the traitor, bundled tight like a worm in its cocoon. Well, that's not wrong. After all, he would bloom as a beautiful butterfly. Fly away from my sight. "Alpha, please... spare me, I..." I let out a sly smirk at his pathetic plea. Who was he to order Elijah Husky around?

A massive cloud of glitter exploded near the ceiling, and out of it floated a radiant nymph in a gown made of dew and moonlight, wearing a tiny golden crown and carrying enough regal energy to put half the royal court to shame. Thistle gasped. "Mama's here." The Queen of the Wood Nymphs descended like a glittery angel of judgment. "Seraphina Volarix," she said, her voice like bells dipped in acid, "You have grossly misunderstood the nature of our bonds." Seraphina blinked. "I....what?" "Nymphs," the queen continued, her eyes narrowing to slits, "are not servants. We are not accessories. We choose who we bond with. And you, dear girl, have not been chosen."

The grin on her lips make me kick my chair back and the restaurant is cleared out within seconds, even the workers left through the back door. Her smirk fell as fast as it appeared. My hand drags along the edge of the table as I round it, my eyes never leaving her face that is being tainted with fear. “You think you’re tough because you’re of an alpha bloodline, but I am of Lycan bloodline, your superior, descended right from the Moon Goddess herself and you come in here, acting like the Luna you’ll be, but aren’t yet…It’s funny…” I stop beside her and she has broken our eye lock, she’s staring in front of her.

A wicked blush warmed my face when her stare dipped down to my bare breasts. She popped the cap off the cream and laughed softly, “I can see why Miss Fiona hired you. You’re quite beautiful, and that blush of yours gives you just the right amount of innocence. While your hair is a bit unusual, there are still plenty of customers that prefer someone…exotic. It’s one of the reasons I do so well.” A spark of pride warmed her eyes, liquifying the hints of green. “Forest nymphs are particularly hard to come by, especially in an establishment such as this.”

“I am Cyllina Ivybow, daughter of Deruna Ivybow, Dryad of the Elden Wood. My friends and I came here to bring the witch who will pay for her sins in this holy place. Let us in!!” The wind howled stronger, but the plants began to retreat. And what was before our eyes made my knees weak...

I sat beside Lord Vas and his family on the dias, sticking to the left side of him and being forced to watch how crude the Lesser Fae really were when Faerie fruit was involved. "I must thank thee, My Lord!"A drunk Sylph with wickedly handsome features grinned and bowed clumsily, nearly toppling over the two Nymphs that he held by their waists. The first with long green hair kissed his face and neck, occasionally pinching her nipples through the thin silver fabric she wore. The other fumbled with his jacket and let out a growl when she could not take it off. She looked down and giggled before grabbing his crotch. "Patience pet." The male growled before moving away with his drunken companions

Soon their bodies entwined into another lovemaking session. --- When Xikoth came out from his chamber, it was way past noon. It hadn’t been a day also and he was thinking of having babies with her. He chuckled. As he strode for the council meeting, he saw Nyka coming from the opposite direction with five nymphs towing after her. Each one was wearing a narrow bustier that barely covered their breasts completely and small drapes across their hips with now underwear. As for Nyka, she was only wearing heavy jewelry that covered her breasts and made her nipples peek out of it every now and then as she swayed her body. Her waistband was very thick. It covered her groin and the chains from it dance

He was going to thrash anything that was caught in his path today, he wanted blood and he did not care if it came from a nosy wandering nymph. As he ran at top speed following the scent, he was shocked as he met the bleeding nymph lay almost dead only twitching. The nymph was a pale male, slender and almost feminine looking the only thing that made him male was the almost clawed off male reproductive organ which was leaking blue blood. The nymph had his outfit clawed into shreds. And the head was bashed in, the sight was gory.

He turned back around, and I could almost hear the smug smile in his voice. I crossed my arms and kept walking behind him, glaring at the back of his head. “You’re impossible sometimes.” “Thank you,” he said easily. I sighed, shaking my head. “So, what exactly do the Nymphs do? Katana said they protect the forest?” “They do,” Corin said. “Their job is to guard the outer parts of the magical woods — make sure strangers don’t wander too close. The forest reacts to outsiders, and sometimes not in a good way.”